"sociability" poems
Drinking bottles of Guinness
"Only socially, I can't stand the stuff"
Fatality in the finesse
Of 'classiness' and *****
Smoky rooms and jazzy tunes
A cigar hanging from the lips
Fatality in the finesse
Of small talk and swaying hips.
Winehouse's drawl pours from the speakers
That are modern in their vintage style
Fatality in the finesse
Of hidden grimaces and fake smiles.
Every conversations the same
In it's lack of personality
Fatality in the finesse
Of sociability.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
My family What's app group
Is homemade soup.
It keeps me calm,
Soothes me like a balm,
Reduces tension of the day,
Appeases my appetite for what is happening in some way.
Family relationship is savoury broth,
Holds a strong bond and growth.
Photos and videos,
Not to forget audios,
Are seasonings which enhance the taste,
Just some, only the best.
Gossips,jokes and sayings need time to simmer,
To reach full flavour.
Family moans and groans,
Are birthdays, death,sickness and new borns,
Raining with condolences and wishes,
Tangy, no preservatives.
Family members are garnish,
Quite a relish,
With active members as crusty croutons,
That promote sociability and traditions.
Passive members are fresh herbs,
Rarely a comment,only few words,
But,are there to bring out the lovely aroma.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
Energy, obedience, sociability with others.
The molding of man.
Who came first man or mothers?
Impossible it seems, to be next to our brothers.
Like we’re made in a tube by the chemist Carothers.
Through my own scrutiny our leaders slide effortlessly by.
Chevron. Monopoly . Then multiply.
Micky D’s. Big Mac with cheese.
OH and a large order of fries.
I’ll take a viral video over surprise or goodbyes.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
The elegant curve
of the Hpnotiq bottle
slowly cleared from blue to pale
as the contents were swallowed.
but even after one fifth
I found my sociability
just as stiff.
Tony and I smoked
a cig
then left
like we did
when we were
kids
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
pleasure happiness
sociability amusement
anxiety grimace
smile
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Life is a walk,
through the shallow garbage,
the sociability, buildings, grime, crime, work, homes, towns and cities,
car parks, night clubs and late nights.
Sadness and happiness,
elation and grief,
to the beach.
Where the land meets the sea,
vastness colliding, significance, understood,
In it’s place.
Harmony, clarity and tranquility, your place,
The beach.
When it’s all stripped away, there will be a beach left behind, where land meets sea and life meets heaven, vast and empty.
Take me to the beach.
When I’m just about to fall,
to go forward,
to leave behind,
to see everything I’ve ever wanted to see.
My left hand clings on to the past, twisted round my wrist,
my senses have dulled,
my heart is longing forever but forever isn’t very intense.
So for my peace of mind,
take me to the beach.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
My house isn't home yet her ultra-pad
where blessing is bestowed in summons with gemstone
why her bed shall glisten still receptacle of peace
to rein in this sociability again
that perchance rapture shall me truly wed.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
They crowd and jostle, the ever-present soot-black jackdaws,
Noisily quarrelsome, never doubting their close-knit kinship,
The unmistakable chatter, raucous like winged chainsaws,
How I envy their warm sociability, and loving courtship,
I long to rip down these walls, to be at one with joyous jackdaws!
I marvel as it hovers, then in a blink swoops, a majestic kestrel!
Without mercy will **** and then **** again,
Do not judge harshly, it has young, this is no callous scoundrel,
No false modesty, reigns supreme amongst aerial stuntmen,
I long to rip down these walls, and plunge like a killer kestrel!
A restless game of hide and seek, hello bye-bye blackbird!
What energy! here, there and everywhere,
Hedgerow or open space, resolute and undeterred,
Never tires, so sleek and debonair!
I long to rip down these walls, to forage with a blessed blackbird!
A silent sentinel of death, the dusk-loving owl,
With all-seeing eyes, unerringly selects its prey,
Creatures of the night beware! of the habitual hungry prowl,
Razor sharp, rarely do these talons go astray,
I long to rip down these walls, to salute my heroic occult-owl!
I am at peace, I will never leave these walls,
A barred window will be my eyesight,
A glimpse of freedom, before death befalls,
Fly free for me! to satisfy my avian appetite.
© Robert Porteus
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC